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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes
  

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SONG.

[Think on that look whose melting ray]

Think on that look whose melting ray
For one sweet moment mix'd with mine,
And for that moment seem'd to say,
“I dare not, or I would be thine!”
Think on thy ev'ry smile and glance,
On all thou hast to charm and move;
And then forgive my bosom's trance,
Nor tell me it is sin to love.
Oh, not to love thee were the sin;
For sure, if Fate's decrees be done,
Thou, thou art destin'd still to win,
As I am destin'd to be won!